Labyrinth Restaurant

Simmons' carriage was guttering down the street when the morning sun was also completely on its face and the feeling of pompous cheerfulness became felt.

This neighborhood, close to the city, has no steep slope due to a lot of road maintenance, and a sloppy path continues everywhere. Even on the road so far, I thought I was working on tidying up and widening the road, and I saw a couple of groups of people and feet. When they see a carriage, they get to the side of the road so that they don't get in the way of traffic, and when they do, they resume work again.

In front of you is the great plain as far as you can see.

There can't be bandits and demons attacking us in places like this, so much so that the knights and those manipulating the carriage who are hitting the escort around the carriage seem bored from time to time.

I woke up early and I was sleepy, and I was in a situation where I was going to want to sleep all night without pokapoka, warm cheerfulness, and a weird tremor like when I went back and forth down the gravel road for good roads. Because we are all in that state, we have decided that even if those nearby were in great absenteeism during their duties, they would not have seen each other without blaming them.

Those outside the carriage were desperately drowsy and encouraged to do their job that way, but their masterful nobles have no problem sleeping apart. I mean, it's easier for my husband to sleep if I try to be the samurai.

The royals, who were hungover and hypotensive and thought they would be sleeping saggily, were, however, somehow completely drowsy with all the alignment, and much excited in the carriage.

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Simon, who was turned down by Alice for a generation of confessions and thought she would be sagging and depressed, was not happy or unhappy, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

"Sister, please don't talk about it anymore......!

"Oh, that's good. 'Cause it's nice."

Simon was doing Irina a favor sitting next to him in some sneaky atmosphere. These two are particularly close to each other among a large number of brothers, and have never had a fight or anything like that, but Irina doesn't seem to be going to ask for a favor from her pretty little brother. Also, the sisters up there in the same carriage. That was the same.

Simon's confession earlier.

Especially that first voice was loud enough to be heard by all the people on the spot. How big is it, so much so that his family, who was loaded in the carriage and drowsy and hazy, would wake up in one shot. I was surprised at my brother's shout. What they saw through the carriage window was the occasion when Simon made a passionate confession to Alice.

I've witnessed such a scene with my youngest brother, who I thought was still your child, so it would be more impotent not to talk about it. Especially for the elderly princesses and samurai who have no eyes in other people's love stories (Coibana). It was a tale of dressing.

And additional information from Claude will also be oiling that heat.

I made that confession, so naturally, who's the other pretty girl? What about the young brunette next door? Questions such as… come from next to next. That information is not meant to be hidden either, and as Claude in the first place, I have no choice but to answer it if asked in my position.

Thus, the heat of the story gained momentum like a dry season volcanic fire, knowing that Simon's contemplative opponent was the girl who would make "that” demon king his fiancée.

As Simon, there's no other way to hold his head when he's spoken like this, even though he's embarrassed that his family was just asking him about his confession. But because he wouldn't shut up and try to talk, the story was instead getting more and more swollen with speculation and delusion.

"I'd like to be told that way, too."

There is basically no such thing as freedom of love for women who are just members of the royal family. Most would marry a foreign royal family or descend into a leading nobleman's house in the country.

As the fate of those born in a noble capacity, they have accepted convincingly a long time ago that they will become instruments of political dealings, but there is a longing for free love. No, being in that capacity may make your longing for dramatic romance stronger.

Two people destined not to be tied together if they are normal.

But what an ideal hall to make a passionate confession in front of the public by shaking off the grid, daring to ignore reason and social commonsense, cutting head-on to a heroine with a fiancée and saying "I like you".

Healthy heroines who were going to sacrifice ourselves for your home also decide to be prepared to respond to the thoughts of the man they love.

We abandon all of each other's identities and positions, and instead the two of us get true love in our hands.

... What, we were thrilled to imagine ourselves becoming heroines for the sweet delusions of escaping barefoot too a sticky romantic play.

Right next to the flourishing women, you won't even have to dare tell what Simon's mood was to be heard like that.

However, it was still somewhat better compared to a thriving man in another carriage.

Simon's men and brothers drank alcohol from the morning on the subject of their youngest brother, who showed off the man brilliantly, and were thriving in another direction while flying nasty jokes and such.

When I got back to the country, I was laughing out loud when I talked about not knowing if I was serious or joking about taking Simon out to a nightclub and guiding him through oral moves polished against a hundred warrior aristocratic warlord, or taking him to a store where he drinks and does fun things with a beautiful woman to encourage his heartbroken brother, etc.

Simon was put in a carriage with the women at the aggressive decision of the samurai, but that decision seemed to be correct in view of the current situation where stories that very children would not be allowed to hear come out of pompous.

Well, they end up taking me to a nightclub shortly after I get home, and Simon decorates his somewhat earlier social debut, but that's another story.

Scattered adorable by ladies and courtiers of special hobbies who prefer boys who are not even old enough (which didn't make it to the point that they would need age limits), and taught by bad brothers a variety of moves about dating women, leaves Simon's personality formation, which was serious and pure minded, heading in only a slightly more flexible direction, but let's talk about it another time.

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"That's right. Because of this, why don't we tell the writer of the troupe who's a contributor (patron) about this and have it turned into an opera?

"Nah...... Sister Yee!?"

"Well, that's a nice idea."

"Then why don't I speak to my favorite poet?"

"Sisters, listen to me for a second! Huh?"

This is for the record, Simon's confession was later turned into opera, poetry and pictorial grass paper, and unfortunately for him, it was a huge hit at home and abroad, even to the royalty, nobility and common people, which earned him many enthusiastic female fans.

As a first consideration, all the names of the characters were replaced so that they would not be annoyed by the person of the original story, and the age setting for the lead role, Simon, was only upwards modified at the age of ten to make the romantic part more exciting, but it would not be any salvation to him as a model.

Those stories are sad things that unfold along historical lines. A happy ending pure love thing that altered the climax confession scene so that heroines are tied to the lead. The heroine fiancée and protagonist, who was supposed to be the enemy role, was somehow a special thing that fostered a man's excessive friendship with each other on the heroine's own... and so on, and so on, and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so forth and so on and so on and so forth and so on and so forth and so on and so forth and so on and so on and so forth and so on and so forth and so on and so forth and so on and so forth and so on and so forth and so forth and so on and so forth and so on and so forth and so on and so forth and so on and so forth and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so